Saturday, December 18, 2004

Enforced Jolliness

I hate this time of year. Enforced jollyness etc. This weekend we're gonna go shopping and S - in her efficient way - has decided to combine this hell with cleaning up our house in Chislehurst. I want to go to bed for three weeks.

So farwell Blunkett - you fascist fuck. The man was a socialist once, but seemed more intent on punishing the poor of Britain for their lack of opportunities. ASBOs, ID cards, detainment without trial...

Unfortunately ID cards still went through parliament. Fascist state - here we come.